Lyrics:
In James 4:7 it tells us
Submit yourselves therefore to God
Resist the devil and he will flee
My question to you is, what will it be
Submit
mouth
With great pleasure
JSS John's special sauce
JSS John's special sauce
Oh
Save yourselves and eat my sauce
Save yourselves don't fear the loss
Save
(Rise) get yourselves together
(Rise) stand up and live your life
(Rise) get yourselves together
(Rise) hands up, hands up high
Hey
Stand up
am
And I'm gonna keep them off the floor when I'm running
You better take a seat, better
Brace yourselves
Cause I'm coming with the heat, better
Brace
Don Data the Bard
Better brace yourselves
Better brace yourselves
About to face hell
We in a chase
There's no escape
Better brace yourselves
For
You all just want to hate me
And take me out
You all just want to hate me
And save yourselves
You all just want to hate me
And take me out
You all
yourselves
Ready yourselves
Let us shine the light of Jesus in the darkest night
Ready yourselves
Ready yourselves
May the powers of darkness tremble
to make records y'all way
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never
for the thrill of silencing
Yes, throw yourselves away
Don't save yourselves
Throw yourselves away
Don't save yourselves
Father tried to find
on the shelves yeah
Now I'm making money you should see it for yourselves yeah
I don't know what's funny you should see it for yourselves yeah, ay
Pull up with
the brother marches in?
A storm's brewing in Moscow
And our air is getting thin
Arm yourselves
Brace yourselves
We are at war
Arm yourselves
Brace yourselves
We
Live a humble, humble
Humble yourselves, the bell's done ring
Live a humble, humble
Humble yourselves, the bell's done ring
Glory and honour (Praise
all the rest
You fool yourselves
You don't know
You fool yourselves
The lies you sell
What it seems, you're ganging up on me People buy the lie, but
yourselves
I guess you should save yourselves
I like to spend the days on my own
Go on a walk and won't take my phone
Somedays I wonder how can this last?
Oh my people
Who are called by my name
Will you humble yourselves
Will you humble yourselves
Oh my people
Who are called by my name
Will you
giver
Gave his life paid the price he's the sure winner
Bow yourselves real low be a floor hitta
Greater love have no man than Jesus
He's the Rock never
Christmas
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Have yourselves a merry little Christmas
Have yourselves a merry little Christmas
Have yourselves a merry
There are many ways
and awkward days
To repress the pain
You've only got yourselves to maim
Your thoughts are pure
They're all yours
Just let them
Even the dog serve a purpose
Oh looks are deceiving you
Now don't you underrate yourselves, no
Oh looks are deceiving you
Now don't you underrate
old
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
Don't it make you feel small
roll
Blame it on my pain blame it on my mind, nah
Blame it on my ex blame it on that bitch, well
Blame it on my rap blame it on yourselves, cos
Yall
drivin' me insane
Go play with yourselves!
Work drives me crazy, no one gives a damn
Fakin' it busy while I'm workin' to the ground
So lacksey daisy, in
can’t the world just feel another
They’re all waiting
For you to do something
Come on children help yourselves
Come on children love yourselves
Come
Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord
And He will lift you up, He will lift you up, He will lift you up
Humble yourselves in the sight
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